"He said he was poor," urged Billy, who had been rather taken with the ease of Arledge's manner.
Billy, go up to the address he gives you, and get some of these se-gars.
To Billy Brue was allotted the easiest as being the most probable route.
It was thus Billy Brue found him at the end of his second day's search.
"That's right," said Billy Brue, with the quick sympathy of the experienced.
"I'm aw'fly sorry," Billy murmured with a foolish, embarrassed grin.
This time, Mrs. Wade admitted bravely to herself that her jealousy was not for Billy.
To her, the relative importance of the farm to Billy was as simple as a problem in addition.
It was as though that tree were Billy—struck by a gush of flying fire.
After he had all he wanted to eat he asked Billy if he might go upstairs into the front bedroom.